APCF – Chapter 80 Confession

Bo Ye’s tone seemed to seek Qi Xingchen’s opinion, but his actions showed no intention of waiting for an answer. Without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed him.

Unlike the last kiss, which was aggressive, this time, his kiss was gentle. He first patiently licked Qi Xingchen’s lips, then used the tip of his tongue to tease the seam of his lips.

No response.

He gently pinched the small fan’s waist and murmured, “Open your mouth.”

“…Huh?” Qi Xingchen was dazed.

“You need to open your mouth when kissing,” Bo Ye whispered, “I can’t bear to bite you again.”

Hearing that familiar voice—one he had listened to every day for seven years—whisper “open your mouth” right beside his ear, Qi Xingchen’s legs turned weak, as if all the bones had been removed. He trembled slightly, his elbows pressing firmly against the wall to keep himself from sliding down.

Bo Ye noticed his reaction and helplessly guided him, “You can hold onto me.”

Qi Xingchen didn’t move.

Seeing no response, Bo Ye asked, “Are you embarrassed?”

“…No.”

“Then what is it?”

“I… I’m afraid…” Qi Xingchen’s voice was soft. “I’m afraid that if I touch you, you’ll shatter, that you’ll turn into foam and disappear. I’m afraid this is just a dream.”

A dream? Why would he think that?

Bo Ye found it both amusing and heartbreaking. Without another word, he turned on the light that Qi Xingchen had been unable to find.

The sudden change from darkness to brightness made Qi Xingchen instinctively frown and slightly open his eyes.

He could now see the person in front of him clearly.

“If I kiss you with the lights on,” Bo Ye asked seriously, “would you still think it’s a dream?”

Then, the face in front of him gradually came into focus—the eyes, the nose, the lips—every detail vivid and real.

Including the sensation of lips pressing against his own—so tangible. Bo Ye resumed his kiss.

Qi Xingchen had little strength left to resist and easily parted his lips. He didn’t know how long the kiss lasted until the sound of leather shoes stepping on marble echoed from the corridor.

Someone was coming? The timing couldn’t be worse.

Qi Xingchen, still unsatisfied with the kiss, silently complained in his heart.

The next second, it hit him—crap! His older brother was still outside!

…What should he do now?!

Reason finally won over emotion. Qi Xingchen pushed against Bo Ye and stammered, “W-wait, outside…”

As soon as he spoke, he realized his voice was sticky and slurred—anyone hearing it would know he had just done something improper.

Bo Ye instantly caught on and his expression darkened. “You’re still thinking about that man?”

“Yes! I can’t let him wait too long.”

“Why not? Is he that important to you?”

“Of course!” Qi Xingchen said urgently, “That’s my older brother!”

Bo Ye: “???”

Afraid Bo Ye didn’t grasp the seriousness of the situation, Qi Xingchen quickly added, “My biological brother. Same father, same mother!”

Bo Ye: “…”

Now, here’s the question:

Given:

• Condition A: The small fan (Qi Xingchen) is Bo Ye’s boyfriend.
• Condition B: The man outside is Qi Xingchen’s biological brother.

Question: Who is that man to Bo Ye?

Answer: It’s simple—every Chinese person knows—he’s Bo Ye’s future brother-in-law.

Now, let’s go over his recent actions:

• Refusing to greet his future brother-in-law.
• Forcefully pulling his little fan in front of said brother-in-law.

What would be the consequences of such actions?

The answer is obvious—every Chinese person knows—if Bo Ye wanted to officially bring his little fan home, he had just personally cranked the difficulty level up to hell mode.

But the priority now was not to keep the brother-in-law waiting. Bo Ye smoothed down Qi Xingchen’s messy hair.

Qi Xingchen rubbed his cheeks, pretending that nothing had happened, and led Bo Ye out of the storage room.

Qi Yunxiao was still pacing in the hallway, his expression calm, showing no signs of impatience.

But he was the type to keep his emotions hidden. Qi Xingchen couldn’t tell what he was thinking and meekly called out, “Brother.”

“Mm.”

Afraid of making things awkward for Bo Ye, Qi Xingchen kept the introduction short: “This is Bo Ye, the one I told you about. We were just in that room… looking for props.”

Bo Ye wasn’t sure how the Qi family felt about two men being together, so he didn’t say much. Instead, he extended his right hand. “Hello.”

Qi Yunxiao’s gaze fell on his younger brother’s tearful eyes and slightly swollen lips. In an instant, he understood everything.

He took Bo Ye’s hand—and instinctively tightened his grip. “Did you find the props?”

“Y-yes! We found them!” Qi Xingchen blurted out, stumbling over his words.

Qi Yunxiao: “…”

Great. His little cabbage had just been taken, and now he was already siding with the pig.

Qi Yunxiao glanced at his brother for a while, then at Bo Ye. A wave of bitterness welled up inside him.

His precious golden cabbage had been stolen right under his nose!

Even though this “pig” looked refined and well-mannered, with a reportedly good family background and a respectable way of speaking—not the type of scum he feared—he still felt reluctant. His voice dropped slightly as he said, “I have something to do this afternoon. I’ll head out first.”

“I’ll walk you out, Brother!”

“No need. Focus on your work. Remember to come home on your next break.” Qi Yunxiao quickly turned and left.

Having barely spent three hours with his brother, Qi Xingchen felt a little disappointed.

Bo Ye noticed his mood and suggested, “There’s still time before the next filming session. How about I take you home first and pick you up the day before the shoot?”

“No, it’s fine,” Qi Xingchen was just as unwilling to part with his freshly secured boyfriend. “I’ll go home after the second round of competition… Anyway, let’s not talk about that. I packed some food for you from lunch—eat something first.”

As he spoke, he lifted the bag in his hand.

“Oh? It’s for me?” Bo Ye raised an eyebrow. “No wonder you wouldn’t let go of it just now.”

Even when his hands and legs went weak, he still held onto it.

“…I was afraid you wouldn’t eat well in the cafeteria.”

“Thanks.” Bo Ye took the bag. “There are cameras in the practice room—let’s eat in the car.”

Qi Xingchen was confused. How would the cameras affect their meal?

Bo Ye had elegant table manners—so refined they could even be called aristocratic. There was no way he would ruin his idol image just by eating.

As soon as they got into the RV and closed the door between the driver’s seat and the lounge area, Bo Ye pulled his little fan into his arms, grasping the back of his neck and kneading it with just the right amount of pressure.

Qi Xingchen squinted his eyes in comfort, looking more and more like a certain small animal. But he didn’t forget why they had come here. While enjoying the touch, he took out the dishes one by one and placed them on the table.

Young Master Bo, the picky eater, glanced over. “No staple food?”

“No,” Qi Xingchen replied, then sensed something was off. “Wait… You didn’t eat lunch?”

Bo Ye shook his head.

No wonder he hadn’t been seen in the cafeteria.

“Wait… could it be…” Qi Xingchen hesitated. “You didn’t eat because… I left with my brother?”

Bo Ye: “…”

Why did this person have to be sharp only at the most inconvenient times?

Seeing his silence, the fog in Qi Xingchen’s mind gradually cleared. “So… the reason you suddenly confessed to me today… was because of my brother?”

“…Mm.”

“My background has been dug up before. You really didn’t know who he was?”

“I rarely use Weibo,” Bo Ye replied helplessly.

That made sense. If Bo Ye were active on Weibo, he wouldn’t have asked Qi Xingchen how to set special notifications for someone.

Qi Xingchen suddenly felt uneasy and frowned. “Then… you didn’t confess to me on impulse, did you?”

What if he didn’t actually like him that much, but seeing him with another man triggered possessiveness or some other strange emotion, making him act rashly?

Bo Ye found his thoughts both amusing and heartbreaking. Seeing how insecure he was, Bo Ye reaffirmed, “No, it wasn’t on impulse. I like you. That’s all there is to it.”

He wasn’t good at expressing himself, but to reassure his little fan, he tried to analyze his own feelings.

“I’ve never treated anyone with the same care and attention as I have for you. At first, I didn’t even realize it myself. But two days ago, when I saw that picture of you and Liang Jing horseback riding, I made a childish decision.”

“I decided to pick you up at the airport. I wanted to be in pictures with you too… so Liang Jing could see.”

“Then today, you asked me to have lunch with you, but when you heard someone had come to visit, you left with them. After that, I completely lost my appetite.”

And even this morning, when they played the rooster fight game and accidentally had physical contact—his body’s involuntary reaction made everything clear.

His feelings for this little fan had long surpassed the boundaries of an idol and his admirer.

Qi Xingchen’s scalp tingled—so he was the one who had unknowingly upset Bo Ye.

Just how many dumb things had he done without realizing it?!

“Alright, stop talking!” Qi Xingchen quickly interrupted, “Stop, I get it now!”

Frowning, he anxiously clawed at the seat, desperately wanting to make up for his mistakes.

But the more anxious he became, the less he could think of a way to do so. In the end, he could only wrap his arms around Bo Ye’s neck and express his apology—and his love—with a kiss.

His kissing skills were clumsy and reckless, completely unpracticed. He only knew how to nibble and suck at Bo Ye’s lips, unaware that kissing involved using the tongue.

After his messy attempt, he hurriedly blurted out, “I like you too! I really, really like you!”

So much that I’d be willing to give up everything I had before.

Even if it meant leaving my real-world identity behind… and staying in this book forever, just to be with you.